Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2023 21:32:34 -0400 From: Derek Wainwright Subject: Tales From Daddyville: Damien & DJ Damien and DJ By AkaiTora Hello all, I love so many of the stories on this site, I felt like contributing something myself! It's incredibly short but I intend on writing more longform pieces if I can. Something with more plot. But for this series, it's all about the hot dads and sexy sons of Daddyville. Inspired by Grecorum. If you want to tell me what you thought about this story, feel free email me at: akaitorabushi@gmail.com My name is Damien Lee, 37 years old. I became a dad for the first time to Junior, who I affectionately call DJ 9 years ago. He is the sweetest thing. My pride and joy. Everything about him positively delights me, from his black curly hair to his perfect pink lips. The first time he called me "Daddy," I cried. The first time that he kissed me, I kissed him back a hundred times. I just love everything about him. Now, 9 years old and still the cutest creature in existence, DJ and I are on our own. My wife, who was too busy with work to spend time with us, decided we should go our separate ways. I do not resent her for it and I still love her. But I couldn't stay in our old town anymore. Too many memories. So I decided to start fresh. As soon as the divorce was finalized, I packed up my things and moved myself and DJ to a beautiful small town down south. On our first day there, I enrolled DJ in an all-boys school. I heard the teachers really ride the students on a good education. Next, I found a manny that could watch over DJ when I'm at work (I'm a construction worker). Finally, I needed to get a new mattress. My wife decided to take ours in the divorce and while it has been nice sharing a bed with my son, a man needs his own place to sleep. "Hello, my name is Dave, I am a sales associate here at Kingdom of Sleep, can I help you today?" An older gentleman approaches me in the store. He's tall and lanky with a goatee. He lowers himself to DJ's level who shyly hides behind my legs. I chuckle. He's small, even at his age, reaching only up to my waist. I, myself, am naturally big. Standing over six feet with a lot of muscle because I like to take care of myself whenever I can. Although these days, I have been growing quite a gut from the beers I've been drinking. "It's okay son," I coax gently. "This nice man is here to help us. Just say hi." DJ waves. "Um, hello..." I turned to Dave with a smile. "Could you show us the queen sized beds?" It's more space than I actually need but anything smaller, my feet dangle off the end. Besides, who knows? Maybe there'll be another Mrs. or even Mr. Lee someday? A man can dream. Dave nods, gesturing toward the other end of the store. "Certainly sir, come right this way." They have such a great selection of mattresses that it's hard to choose the right one. I usually left these decisions up to my wife. I'm not the most decisive person. The only thing I was ever sure of in my life was getting married and having kids. So I decide to ask my best decision how to make this decision. DJ, like the little scamp he is, wanted to choose the bounciest bed of course so he kicked off his shoes and just hopped on. Dave and I laugh as we watch him bounce excitedly from one bed to the other. "Sorry about this," I say. "Don't be," Dave dismisses. "We get lots of children doing this. Don't worry, we just have the models out here. The beds to take home are in the back." I begin to toe off my own sneakers. "Well in that case, is it alright if I test them out too?" "By all means, be my guest!" I climb onto the bed and lay flat on my back. I twist. I turn. I stretch out my limbs to every corner. But no matter what I try, I can't seem to get comfortable. Not just because my son is a cacophony of giggles on the next mattress over. No, that's my favorite sound in the world. The problem... is me. Slowly, I sit up, red-faced. "Excuse me, Dave. This is, um, rather embarrassing for me to say." I awkwardly rub the back of my neck but Dave only tilts his head to show that he's all ears. I tug on my shirt collar and undo the top button so I can breathe easier. "I like to sleep in the buff. Having clothes on me while laying in bed? Well, that just feels unnatural. Would it be all right if I see how the bed feels without my clothes?" "Oh!" Dave doesn't seem too surprised. In fact, he acts like this is a request he gets quite frequently. "Of course! Our motto here is `comfort is king' so please, make yourself at home." He points at a trunk sitting at the foot of the bed. "You can put your clothes in there if you don't want them to get dirty." I sigh in relief as I begin stripping in the middle of the store. "Thank you." DJ stops bouncing and just sits on the edge, his chubby legs swinging back and forth as he watches with big eyes as his old man gets naked. I unbuckle my belt and let my jeans fall to my ankles before stepping out of them. Gingerly, I pick my discarded clothes and haphazardly fold them before placing them on top of the trunk. My dark uncut cock, eight inches even when flaccid, dangles from a wiry bush of pubes. As I lay down again, it swings from side to side, audibly slapping against my thighs. "You are quite well-endowed," Dave remarks casually. "Your wife is very lucky." I chuckle. "Thanks but it's my ex now." Noticing Dave's guilty expression, I quickly add on, "But it's for the best. We just weren't compatible, I guess." With a satisfied sigh, I sink deeper into the bed, feeling more relaxed than I have in a long while. Guess the divorce settlement has been stressing me out more than I thought. "Ah, that's better. Hey, Junior, come here for a sec." "Oh? Does your son also sleep in the bed with you?" "Sometimes. If he's having a bad dream or something." DJ pouts as he moves close to me. "No, I don't, Daddy." He's so cute. I tell him to get comfortable and he hesitates, glancing over at Dave. When he looks at me though, he relaxes and strips out of his clothes. His baseball tee, his khaki shorts, his tighty whities, until he's as naked as the day he was born. The best day of my life. DJ lays on his side and sidles up against me like we would at home. I spoon him, my big palms flat on his soft belly. Everything about his body is so small and tender and delicate. No part of him more so than his cutie patootie. The roundest, perkiest butt in the world. Feeling it rub up against my cock now makes me shudder. Electricity coursing through my veins. My breath grows heavy as my dick gets hard. Soon, my son is rubbing his perfect ass against my rock hard erection and Dave is watching it all. I gently kiss the top of my son's head and he hums in satisfaction. He knows exactly what he does to me. I reach between his legs, rubbing his prick between my fingers. It's so squishy and the foreskin covers the head completely. I go lower. Rolling his amazingly soft balls in my palm. I can tell that DJ is getting hard too now as he squirms. I go even lower. My fingertips dancing across his taint until they press into DJ's tight pink hole. "Daddy," DJ moans. "Not here." I chuckle softly. "Why not? Dave, the very nice sales associate, told us to make ourselves at home so we should just pretend like we're at home." I glance at Dave who nods in response, still flashing that wide customer service smile. Although it's clear that there's a tent forming in his pants. "Besides, there's more to a bed to test. Like how it feels during sex." "Sex?" "You know, the thing we did this morning." "Oh!" "So do you want to test that out, buddy?" "Okay, Daddy!" Always so eager to please. My son sits on his knees as I roll onto my back so he can get to my cock, now at full mast at 10 solid inches. DJ is practically drooling as he wraps his little fingers around my meat. He tugs on it, jerking me off the way I taught him. I sigh, moaning blissfully as I melt into my son's touch. It's transcendental. A gasp escapes from my lips when DJ wraps his lips and sticks the tip of my cock into his mouth. I groan. Loud. In the middle of the store as my son hungrily sucks me off. He gives my balls a squeeze, pulling on them the way I like. His tongue swirls around the head and along the length of my shaft. His technique's certainly improved since the first time he blew me. Those were the days. I reach over to grab DJ by the legs, pulling him toward me. He straddles my head, spreading his legs wide before sitting on my face like a good boy. He always knows exactly what I want without me having to tell him. Such a good boy. I breathe in his scent. A mixture of strawberry body wash and young boy sweat. Sweet. Slowly, I drag my tongue across his puckering hole and he moans on my cock. He tastes delicious. No surprise there. I keep at him, poking and prodding at his entrance. The ring of muscle refuses to let me in even though this is far from the first time I've gone inside. So stubborn. But I guess that's part of what makes DJ such a great fuck. His hole is always tight. "I am envious," says Dave, as I continue to eat my son's hole. "I have a son myself. He just started his first year at college so I haven't screwed him since the end of summer. We've been doing it for 9 years so it's been an adjustment for me. Not having a willing and ready hole for me 24/7." I nod into DJ's butt, only half-listening. Dave does have my sympathy though. I can't imagine a life without my boy in it. My sweet, sexy boy. Whose hole is finally opening up to let my tongue in, pushing deep and slobbering it up. Making it nice and wet. "Daddy?" says DJ. "Can we have, um, sex now?" We used to call it `naked fun times' so to hear him use the clinical word is different. A turn-on. "Of course, baby," I say. "What position would you like?" DJ got on all fours, head in his arms and his ass up. "This one. I like how it feels when all your weight is on me." I sit up, stroking my cock, still slick with my son's spit. As I line myself up with his hole, I see that we've gathered an audience. Mostly men. Some women. A few kids. If anyone has a problem with this sight, they don't say it. Most of them move along without a word, going about their day. Most of the men, on the other hand, have out their phones. Probably recording me and my son to fap to later. I don't mind. I used to do porn in my broke college days so it's kind of nostalgic. And exhilarating. Having my son follow in my footsteps. "Ready baby?" I ask. DJ nods. "Mhm." My son already knows what to do. He knows to relax himself and push out like he was pooping as I push my way in. As always, a tight fit. But after I manage to stuff the head into DJ's butt, the rest of me slides right in. My cock pulsates as my son's guts constrict around it. Hugging me from all sides. It takes all my willpower not to bust then and there. I'm just getting started. "Damn," I grunt. I hold onto DJ's hips, pulling him toward me. He's sucking on his thumb, tears springing to his eyes as he's being split in half. He winces and whines but never once does he complain. He knows it will feel good real soon. Hell, it probably feels good now. Then, like a key finally fitting into its lock, my son has taken me all the way to the root. "UNF! God, you okay, baby?" DJ's breathing is labored as he gives me a breathless, "Y-yes, Daddy." "So cute," Dave remarks, reading my mind. "If you don't mind me asking, when did you pop his cherry?" I embrace DJ against his chest, my mouth tickling his ear as I whisper, "I'm going to start fucking you now, okay baby?" Once I receive an affirmative nod, my hips begin to pump in and out. Slowly at first. I don't want to hurt him. I get a good rhythm going, sliding my cock in and out. Tip to base. Although DJ's ass is relentless when it comes to squeezing onto me. He doesn't want to let Daddy's dick go. I look up at Dave as I pound my son. "Exactly 2 years ago when he was 7. It was his Father's Day gift to me." Dave gave a low whistle. "That's pretty young." "I wanted to pop it younger," I groan. I splay out my hands on either side of DJ's head, trying to maintain my balance as my hips piston forward. Involuntarily, I've gotten faster. It's just too hard to resist the hot slimy insides of my son. "But his mother wouldn't allow it. Said he might get hurt since I'm so huge. But he's been nursing on my penis ever since he was in diapers. He loves Daddy's milk. Don't you, boy?" DJ is clawing at the mattress. Hot and heavy breaths on the fabric. He moans every time I move and it's the most melodic thing I've ever heard. He doesn't stop moaning either. It's just a cacophony of lewd sounds as I violate his tiny body. "I asked you a question, DJ, you should answer it." "Ngh, y-yes Daddy..." "Yes what?" "Yes, I... I love your milk!" He's beginning to grind up against me, eager for a big helping of milk now. He shouts, "I love Daddy's milk!" "Inside voice," I say, teasingly. "Remember, we're in public. I don't want us causing a disturbance for the shoppers here." "Oh don't worry," says Dave. "Like I said, every customer should be as comfortable as they can be here. So we often get customers wanting to test the mattresses for how well they do during sex. Everyone is used to this." That's a relief. For a moment, I thought we were being a nuisance. "Alright baby, you know what that means don't ya? I'm going to go faster and harder." "Okayyyy." DJ's words are beginning to slur. His brain is turning to mush. He always gets like this. Drunk off of my cock. I can't wait for him to get older so he can ride me without turning into a zombie. But for now, I'm fine with using him like my personal fucktoy. He seems to enjoy that most anyway. I personally love it too. I hammer into my son's lithe body, hips crashing into his bouncing boy butt. He cries out every now and then but doesn't make a fuss. Just takes it dutifully like a son is supposed to. I pin his wrists down to the bed, knees locked around his legs, my cock drilling deeper and deeper into him. It feels like I'm going to drag out his insides every time I pull out. Unlike when I took his virginity though, I don't hesitate. I know his cunt can take it. "Yeahhh fuck yeah, baby, take it!" I grunt. The more I pound my son, the less articulate I become. It's just impossible to think with his underage boy pussy wrapped around my cock. I feel bad for Dave though, he clearly wants to beat himself off but he's at work. He can't do that. Maybe I should invite him over so we can plow DJ from both ends. We're new in town so we need new friends. But for now, it's just me. "Do you like Daddy's cock, boy?" DJ whimpers unintelligibly. "I asked if you like Daddy's cock?" "Y-YES! I LOVE IT DADDY! AHHHHNGGHHH!" As he lets loose that savage scream, I feel his entire body jerk and spasm. A dry orgasm. His cunt tightens around me and I know I'm not far either. In seconds, I'm filling my son's stomach with a hot, creamy load. Straight from the balls that made him. I touch his belly, noting how it expands in my palm as my dick just doesn't stop unloading. I haven't had much time to masturbate with the divorce and all. Dave waits until I'm finished before speaking, using the same pleasant customer service voice. "So, what do you think of the bed sir?" He reaches into his pants, adjusting the prominent bulge inside. I can tell it's uncomfortable. "It's great!" I huff. I pull out of my son, my still hard cock slipping out of his cum-filled hole easily. "Shit," I groan. "Is that the price?" I was so enthralled with my son's sexy body that I hadn't even noticed. "That's a bit too far out of my budget." "Oh!" Dave perks up. "Actually, we have a special Father's Day sale! 50% off if you bring your son in and let a sales associate use him!" I check on DJ who seems tuckered out. But he's a chip off the old block. He can go for another round or two. "Well, have at it!" About an hour later, we're finally ready to go home. I got a complimentary glass butt plug to keep the cum inside DJ and prevent it from making a mess on the floor. He's still buck naked, fast asleep in my arms, chin on my shoulder as I pay. I too, have yet to put on my clothes. Public nudity isn't such a big deal in these parts though. It's a very open-minded community. Even Dave has yet to zip his splooged limp cock back into his pants. After paying, we head into the parking lot to show the employees where my car is. They tie my brand new mattress onto the roof. I thank them for their hard work and tell them to keep our clothes. We can just buy more later. Or not. That's the beautiful part about living in Daddyville. I'd been anxious about moving to a new town and the divorce but... I think we're going to like it here.